one two fuck you
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you
Donald and Hen in back Look through the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out Donald D blazed shot one fool through his fuckin
s messed up, y'all split and you nearly made a week AHH! Well-well you can meet Mrs. Badder Bitch She the reason why you gone on some magic shit One difference
hey.. losin my mind she pop one time pop two times pop three times i'm feelin jus fine ay ay ay verse 1 damn haha so bentley ima fuck your mind up
game around And I bet y'all really gon' hate him now Why don't you come ride with me? You come ride with me You come ride with me You come ride with
is fucked up 'cause of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up My attitude's 'fuck it' like Pac's was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and
be like, "Damn, Nickel you be runnin' through hoes/holes like you a shoe string" I tell you two thangs One Don't ever disrespect me Two Call me "God" like you
after that be one Now can it be that you hot lord? You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for? Can't believe you blowin' the
pump you'll prepare for a lump Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big
always lookin out they window, and you know who know, that You don't see everybody that see you, you know what I'm sayin? So yo, to all you spies, creatin
hard to see When you're living in the house of pain When the motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Who gave you the heart to see a nigga? Before you
one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you
on the pants You ain't even paid your rent, man you hood clap your hands If you hood and you know it clap you hands If you hood and you know it clap
, the microphone shepherd Is speakin' parables one and two, catch it The brain counselor, track fertilizer the murdalizer You never heard a wiser I open
my early teens But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring Hey, I thought you were runnin' things All you
one in yo' leg if you RUN UP Catch one in yo' body if you RUN UP Catch one in yo' head if you RUN UP You can end up dead if you RUN UP I'ma cop me a Benz
